A friend of mine tells a story of being in a bookstore and saying to his wife, "Oh look, [insert famous author's name here] has a new book out." At which point a woman standing near him jumped about 10 feet, made brief eye contact with him, then bolted away. It wasn't until later in the visit that he realized that the woman whose peace he'd disturbed was actually Famous Author herself.
In other words, how odd it must be to be in a public place and to hear a complete stranger speaking your name.
I had this experience myself this past weekend--but with regard to my alias, Agatho. I was scoping out the shelves of a fairly well-known mystery bookstore, trying to suss out what the competition is doing, looking for interesting new titles and/or cover design, and so forth.
As I was checking out the hardcovers near the cash register, I heard bits of a conversation along the following lines.
"...Mysterious matters.... blog...editor? Publisher?....yes... No, who knows...Oh, yes... interesting...Agatho? What's that all about?"
All those words together in one conversation piqued my interest, so I subtly moved closer to listen in. Yes, it turned out that these mystery folk (one of whom is a mystery writer) were indeed talking about this blog and saying (mostly) good things about it. The most fun part was listening to speculation regarding my identity, with one person proclaiming that beyond a shadow of a doubt my identity is XXXX XXXXX. The others nodded sagely, convinced that they'd solved the mystery.
But I am not XXXX XXXXX. I am, however, flattered to have been mistaken for him. And I adored hiding in plain sight, eavesdropping on a conversation about me; and I also quite enjoyed hearing Mysterious Matters discussed, dissected, complimented, and (yes) slightly criticized.
So that was surreal moment #1. Surreal moment #2 came this morning by way of an Internet post which my assistant somehow uncovered. In it, a writer mentioned me by name in a complimentary way, saying that more than any other person, I'd given her the best feedback she'd ever received on her work. Following my suggestions, she'd revised her work, submitted it to an agent, and gotten a contract with a decent advance. I do remember liking that work...and now I wish she'd resubmitted to me!
This was a good feeling, too--to know that rejections can be turned into something positive, and that hard-working writers are sometimes rewarded.
And surreal moment #2 was a nice contrast to an event of a few months ago, where a colleague of mine--and our company--came in for some harsh criticism in a newsgroup. The posting completely trashed my colleague, who is a consummate professional and particularly open to reading the work of first-time novelists. And it hurt to see our company characterized as incompetent and populated by people with poor judgment.
Of course, we can't get overly worked up about these things, as writers have been trashing publishers since the time of Guttenberg. What does worry me, however, is the disproportionate amount of power that bitter, angry, crazy people can wield with the Internet. Could we have responded to that nasty piece of publicity (which, by the way, was completely inaccurate)? Yes, but does a "flame war" really accomplish anything, other than to bring us as a publisher down to an unprofessional level?
I guess the point I'm making is to please take Internet postings cum grano salis, and to consider the source. Certainly there are shady publishers out there, but please don't confuse shady/dishonest/unethical with trying to stay afloat and unwilling to waste money. And be careful with whom you associate online. There is one shockingly bad Yahoo group that I know of that is ostensibly for mystery writers but is filled with awful advice and thoroughly unpleasant people. For any aspiring writers out there: You're going to learn a lot more, and stand a much better chance, if you associate with positive people.